Before entering the restaurant, Ivy quietly made a police call.
When she heard the sirens approaching from outside the window, she immediately perked up.
Heh!
If Miranda couldn't be jailed this time, then what?
Was hitting her so satisfying?
Then framing Miranda for jail would be even more satisfying!
Even if she got beaten up, it was worth it.
Ivy immediately changed from her pitiful act of being bullied and "harassed." She approached Du Ruoxin, crying.
Upon hearing the police sirens, Du Ruoxin knew she had fallen into Ivy's trap. She grabbed Miranda, "You leave quickly, I'll handle this."
How could Miranda let Du Ruoxin take the blame for her?
"I'm not leaving!" Miranda was still throwing plates at Ivy, "Let the police come, I have connections!"
What was so alarming about being arrested?
She would be out the moment she was in.
So Miranda wasn't flustered at all. Besides, there were no cameras in the private room, so who saw her hit Ivy?
It was clearly Ivy who hit her!
"Miranda, listen to me." Du Ruoxin pushed her friend away, "You go out first."
She had experienced how devious Ivy's schemes were.
Du Ruoxin had a strong premonition that Ivy had been provoking her and Miranda since she arrived, and today's situation might not end well.
It was better to avoid it for now.
"No." Once Miranda's temper flared, not even ten oxen could pull her back.
She broke free from Du Ruoxin and calmly sat back down at the table.
Du Ruoxin: "..."
"Sister Ruoxin." Ivy ran towards Du Ruoxin.
Du Ruoxin shivered—Emma! Wasn't she told not to call her that disgustingly?
Ivy had disrupted her carefully laid plans, so Du Ruoxin could only adapt to the situation. With the police about to arrive, she didn't have time to execute her plan.
She could only play along.
Du Ruoxin didn't dodge. She looked at Ivy with a cold expression, "You're putting on this act of a bitter scheme today, what new trouble are you trying to stir up?"
Ivy blinked, and tears flowed down like a faucet.
Du Ruoxin: "—"
"Miranda hit me, woo woo woo... my bones hurt so much... are they broken..." Ivy cried, limping as she spoke.
Hearing this, Miranda became even more enraged.
"Damn it!" Miranda lunged forward and punched Ivy in the face, "Ivy, you manipulative bitch, just say it if you want to extort me! How much money, I can afford it!"
Ivy covered her face and screamed, "Ah," but her feet were not idle. In the chaos, someone stepped on someone else.
Du Ruoxin was caught between the two women, wanting to mediate, wanting to pull them apart.
But somehow, the situation spiraled out of control.
The three of them started fighting.
A scene of chaos.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting..."
No, beat her to death!
"Ah—"
"Fuck you!"
Bite you to death!
"Help, help..."
When the police entered, they saw the three women entangled, a truly gruesome sight.
They couldn't bear to look.
None of them were any better off. Each person was covered in leftovers on their bodies, faces, and heads. The ground was stained with blood, and it was unclear whose it was.
"Stop!"
"Hurry and stop!"
The police's shouts were ineffective, so they had to physically separate them.
Ivy, with tears streaming down her face, looked frightened. "Officer, help, Miranda was trying to kill me, she was trying to kill me."
Even as the police held her back, Miranda still tried to kick Ivy with great force, "I'd rather die than go to jail, pfft! What are you?"
Only Du Ruoxin lay on the ground, curled up, groaning continuously.
"Don't touch me—"
"Ah—"
When the police pulled her slightly, Du Ruoxin cried out in pain as if she were giving birth. "It hurts so much—"
"My stomach hurts so much—"
"Ah—"
"I, I—"
Du Ruoxin clutched her stomach and tremblingly held the officer's hand, "Call... an ambulance... I... I'm having a... miscarriage..."
"Quick..."
The police exclaimed, "What the hell!" This was a pregnant woman!
Pregnant women were already weak, and she dared to participate in a brawl?
It was no wonder she miscarried!
Taking out her phone, the officer dialed "120," "Hello, hello, I have a pregnant woman here who is injured. I'm not sure if it's a miscarriage. Please send an ambulance quickly."
Upon hearing the word "miscarriage," Miranda's curses abruptly stopped.
Her eyes widened as she looked at Du Ruoxin lying on the ground in agony, with blood beneath her. In that instant, it felt like her world had collapsed.
"Sister Xin!"
She wanted to cry!
She—
She only hit Ivy, she didn't hit Sister Xin, how could this happen...?
It must have been Ivy!
Ivy must have kicked Sister Xin's stomach in the chaos!
"Let me go!" Miranda struggled fiercely, but how could she overpower two men?
Even if she jumped up and flew, she couldn't break free.
"Why are you calling '120', take her to the hospital!" unable to free herself, Miranda roared, "Hurry and carry her to the hospital!"
"If you delay saving her and the baby, ten lives wouldn't be enough to compensate!"
"Let me go!"
Miranda was truly anxious, her entire body trembling with worry. "Sister Xin, hold on, we'll send you to the hospital right away."
"Cristiano!"
"Call Cristiano!"
"Quick!"
The women's hysterical cries made the police officers feel inexplicably uneasy. Who was Cristiano?
Some influential figure not to be trifled with?
No matter, save the person first!
One of the officers picked up Du Ruoxin and put her in the police car, speeding towards the hospital, running red lights.
Miranda did not follow. She and Ivy were taken to the police station.
In the car, Miranda glared at Ivy with fierce eyes, "You better pray that Sister Xin and the baby are alright, otherwise, dying a hundred times wouldn't quench my hatred."